Tang San suddenly threw back his head and let out an incomparably bleak, grief-stricken laugh.
"So that was it! So that was it!"
"In Tang Hao's eyes, the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul I inherited from Mother wasn't worth a damn! He even found it shameful!"
"On the scales in his heart, the bloodline Mother left behind wasn't even worth a single handle of that broken hammer!"
"Tang Hao, Tang Hao, you really do love your sect to death!"
"For your sect, you could sacrifice your wife! For your sect, you could ignore the martial soul Mother left me! In your eyes, there was only the Clear Sky Hammer! Only the Clear Sky Sect!"
At that thought, Tang San felt as though an active volcano were erupting within his chest. The overwhelming fury nearly made him explode!
"Clear Sky Sect! You have brought death upon yourselves!!!"
At that moment, Tang San completely severed the last remaining thread binding him to Tang Hao.
What father-son affection?
What debt of upbringing?
Before Mother's six years of miserable, sunless suffering, and before Tang Hao's nauseating hypocrisy and cold-bloodedness, it all vanished like smoke, leaving nothing behind!
"You sired me but never raised me, treated your wife like dirt, and stopped at nothing to achieve your goals!"
"Why should I, Tang San, acknowledge such an unfilial, unrighteous father?!"
Tang San's eyes were as cold as ten-thousand-year ice as he silently swore a venomous oath:
"From this day forth, I, Tang San, have only one father—my master, Xue Bingchen!"
"As for Tang Hao, should we meet again, we will be mortal enemies!"
"However..."
Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in his heart and recovering a trace of reason.
"Tang Hao is, after all, a Title Douluo, and an exceptionally powerful